CHAPTER 25: LIZ
––––––––
Liz smelled bacon and coffee, fresh brewing coffee. She pulled the towel from the rack and hurried into her bedroom. It had to be Craig. No one else but the kids had a key to the house.
She dried off and hesitated before grabbing a pair of pants from the closet. They always had Christmas breakfast in their pajamas—everyone laughing and dressed in flannel and big, fluffy housecoats. She opened her dresser drawer, staring at the pile of cotton and flannel PJs. The kids weren’t home. It was just her and Craig. He might want to talk, but that wasn’t what she wanted to do, not today.
She shoved her every-day nightgowns aside, her fingers traipsing over the smooth satin of her peach negligee. She’d bought it for their anniversary a few years ago. She’d only worn it
